Chopping my wood
But this tree’s too hard
Chopping my wood
My axe isn’t sharp
Chopping my wood
Split through the heart, split through the heart
It tears me apart

Lighting it up
Going to burn to the ground
Lighting it up
The wood wasn’t sound
Lighting it up
Just another let down
Just another let down
I don’t mess around

And in the woodstove, it’s a hundred degrees
And this heartwood, was cut too damn deep
And I can’t see, I can’t see the wood for the trees
It’s never easy, it’s never easy

Swinging my axe
Instead of sleeping
Swinging my axe
My splinters are bleeding
Swinging my axe
These cuts are too deep and, these cuts are too deep and
I feel like I'm freezing

And in the woodstove, it’s a hundred degrees
And this heartwood, was cut too damn deep
And I can’t see, I can’t see the wood for the trees
It’s never easy. It’s never easy